Chapter 25

                                    

                                          

Yeosang POV
                          
I'm laying on the couch with my laptop on my legs. I'm watching cute cat videos of course. Suddenly I hear the front door open. I lift myself up a bit and look towards the corridor waiting for someone to appear.
                          
I see Y/n walking fast with a smile on her face.
                          
'Where were you?'
                          
She seems a bit startled from my question. She stops in her tracks and looks at me.
                          
'I was getting the...trash out'
                          
'But I did that one hour ago.' I tilt my head to the side.
                          
'No... Em... It was my room' s trash! '
                          
' Hmm... Ok.. ' I nodded at her wondering how I didn't hear her earlier. She left before I could say anything else.
                          
I laid back again and moved my butt a little bit to get comfortable. However that comfortable bliss didn't last long. The front door opened once again.
I lift myself up again to see San approaching me.
                          
Where the hell do they come from?
                          
'Where were you?' I asked immediately.
                          
'Me? I...' he seemed to think for a second. 'I took a walk!'
                          
He turned around to walk away. 
                          
'Oh! Then you must have met Y/n then!'
                          
He stopped walking. 
                          
'Y/n?... Was she out too?' 
                          
'she said she went to take out the trash. I figured you met at some point.'  I tilt my head again. 
                          
'Ah! Em... No no I didn't meet her!' he said that and walked to his room quickly. 
                          
I brought my gaze to my computer again, no really looking at it. I thought for a second. 
                          
'Curious and curiouser...'
                          
I shook my head and laid back again. 
                          
'I am sure something is happening that I don't know of...Hmm...'
                          
I have to know more. 
                          
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No one's POV 
                          
Seongjoong's room, next morning
                          
'Joong get up pleaase!!' 
                          
'I don't wanna...' 
                          
'Get up!'
                          
Seonghwa shook the other man and tried to pull away his covers. For some reason he doesn't succeed so he straightened up and brought his hands to his sides. 
                          
'Hongjoong. You can't stay here all day. We have practice for our comeback, this is not a good time to be stubborn whatever the issue.' 
                          
'Oh yeah? Try me!' a muffled voice came from inside the covers which were then pulled even closer to the male hidden in there. 
                          
Seonghwa sighed. 
Then he sighed again. 
                          
'Ok then!' 
                          
He climbed up the bed. He stepped over to the side he thought Joong-Croissant head was turned to. Then he sat down, brought his feet on one side of the croissant...and pushed. 
                          
'AAAAAIISH!' 
                          
A scream was heard as the Joong-Croissant unfolded itself on the floor revealing a very angry and confused Hongjoong in the process. The said male turned to look at Seonghwa's poker face. His eyes darkened.